I'm hiding in the darkness
to cover up my pain.
I'm drowning in the shadow
waters of the icey rain.
I'm bleeding on the rocks,
I'm screaming, I'm driving
to not fall apart.
But it's not late I already
have, no one can save
my blackened heart.
I'm striving to be perfect,
no mustakes not for you.
If I must kill myself,
this day we all shall ru.
Because my razor sharp paths
were never ment
to be used.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
''I'm drowning in the shadow waters of the icey rain.'' nice extended metaphor..well written..10++